Magician
10 Nov 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
The eyes collected the last lightsof the day, just as hands gatherwild flowers, or hold handssouls with human bodies.It was afternoon.Between the mutilated fingers they escapethe words, like water slips awaybetween the hands, like the shadowsempty, i...
9 Nov 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
What can be expected from a manwho finds everything beautiful all the timeof a man who laughs out loud with cartoonand that he cries through his ears when you have to cry through his eyesthat before the great responsibilities of life yawnsand all the...
7 Nov 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Nobody gave you anything?How curious. Nothing I have is mine.Nobody gave you the trains? did you invent them?I don't have a single bird or a single chairWhat have I done with my hands?Even the ears came as a giftAnd this funny nose and these lips wer...
6 Nov 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Maybe it's my wordsboring, monotonous, threadbarescratched at the sight of a reader.maybe it's the same birdsong repeater with the differencethat changed colors its plumage.Maybe it's the same fist of the handthat spells a versethe same fingers that...
4 Nov 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
one day you grew upI don't remember exactly when that day wasbut I know you brought a new laughand new eyesand a new voiceand I was afraid of not knowing how to laughnot knowing how to looknor hearbecause you were and were notyou were full of bridges...
3 Nov 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
I don't want the power that obstructsThe memory, I don't want to know anythingof real horizons, I don't wantknow nothing of chains and handstied up, I don't want to know anythingof robotic humans, I don't wantknow nothing of silent voices,of ties in...
2 Nov 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
let's sit over thereyou said and took my armand you took me with the windthat distilled the corporeal perfumeof the Atlantic Ocean,sitting on the benchyour eyesbuoyed in the sugary palm of each wave,in the blue saliva of the sky that preyedthe left l...
1 Nov 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Conversations are private.Furniture talks to each otherwith the groan of its wet veins.Behind the curtains with flowers,with perfumes of yesteryear,the little ghosts also talk.Jammed drawers.The doors are sweaty and unpainted.The long pale table,seem...
31 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
in the center of the eyethere is another eye on the backto the eye that looks at usthings grow in it that are no longer ourslandscapes we haven't seen yetstand up and pay attentioncheck the blackboard of our brain and on it readthe books we have read...
30 Oct 2022 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Those hands now white as acacias from the time thatthen the greens of the years embraced hastilyyour kind and urgent heart.Your systole in a broken diastolearrhythmias, rheumatism, aphasia and the eyes as if looking nowtowards a forward that is behin...
